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The instinct of professional reticence made him pause before he answered me. In the brief interval of silence, Miss Meadowcroft replied to my question from the other end of the hall. "Naomi Colebrook snatched the paper out of his hand." "What paper?" A door opened softly behind me. Naomi herself appeared on the threshold; Naomi herself answered my question. "I will tell you," she whispered.
It was a pity to have to do this drastic thing, but the loyal and devoted dog would no doubt have died in any case of a broken heart. And then there was the case of that other gallant young man, Sergeant Colebrook, up in the Prince Albert district, who was killed while proceeding to arrest a notorious Indian called Almighty Voice.
Colebrook flushed and bit her lip. "I am dismissing you yes." Once more Susan, in dazed unbelief, looked from one to the other. Her eyes dwelt longest on the figure of the man at the end of the room. "Mr. Burton, do you want me to go?" she asked at last. The man turned irritably, with a shrug, and a swift outflinging of his hands. "Of course, I don't want you to go, Susan. But what can I do?
The late Richard Reynolds, Esq., of Bristol, so distinguished for his unbounded benevolence, was the original proprietor of the great iron-works in Colebrook Dale, Shropshire.
The deposit amounted to about twenty thousand dollars. "There must be plenty of money in New York," said Grant. "Why, up in Colebrook, if a man were worth twenty thousand dollars he would be considered a rich man." "It takes a good deal more than that to make a man rich in New York.
The pictures I had hoped to sell "He stopped, tried to go on, failed obviously to control his voice; then turned away with a gesture more eloquent than any words could have been. Mrs. Colebrook stared, frowned, and bit her lip. Nervously she tapped her foot on the floor as she watched with annoyed eyes her brother tramping up and down, up and down, the long, narrow room.
Three or four of these visitors were very agreeable, Sir Humphry Davy, Major Colebrook, Lord Radstock, and Mrs. Scott, Mrs. Scott of Danesfield, whom and which we saw when at Lord Carrington's. The Bellman. April 3. Fanny and Harriet have been with me at that grand exclusive paradise of fashion, Almack's.
Naomi Colebrook was standing at one of the lower windows of the farm. She had her working apron on, and she was industriously brightening the knives for the breakfast-table on an old-fashioned board. A sleek black cat balanced himself on her shoulder, watching the flashing motion of the knife as she passed it rapidly to and fro on the leather-covered surface of the board.
"Oh, yes, my hearin' ain't repaired in the least, ma'am." Susan turned her back and picked up another dish. Plainly, for Susan, the matter was closed. Mrs. Colebrook, after a vexed biting of her lip and a frowning glance toward Susan's substantial back, shrugged her shoulders and left the kitchen. A minute later, still hatless, she crossed the yard and entered the McGuires' side door.
"Know Nettie Burton Colebrook? Well, I should say I did! I went to boardin'-school with her." "Humph!" Susan threw a sharp glance into Mrs. McGuire's face. Susan looked as if she wanted to ask another question. But she did not ask it. "Humph!" she grunted again; and turned back to the sheet she was hanging on the line. There was a brief pause, then Mrs.
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